It has been a curious month for me. Every so often the phrase be not afraid streams through my mind. When it does I feel a settling of the fibers in my body much like when you open a vacuum sealed bag of coffee and the grounds settle into a softer state. I don’t know if

I’m reading an excellent book right now, Praying for Strangers by River Jordan. It is the true story of a woman who’s two sons were going off to war. As a means of coping with her own fears she made a New Year’s resolution to pray for a complete stranger every day of the year. The book

Silent Heroes We most often hear the word hero when there has been a tragedy or life threatening situation. On Memorial Day we honor the countless heroes in the military who have fought for our country. First responders to 9/11, the Oklahoma City bombing, Newtown Shootings, Boston Marathon etc. are among the heroes we hold

Their faces have been hidden from the cameras, their names replaced by numbers. Tactics used to keep their anonymity and protect their privacy. I understand entirely but oh, how it breaks my heart. It makes them sound like objects and objects they were to a sick man using them for his own pleasure. That is

Courage: the quality of mind or spirit that enables a person to face difficulty, danger, pain etc. It is not uncommon for someone to tell me that I have great courage when I speak about my abuse or healing process. I’ve never thought of myself as a courageous person. Recently, hearing the word has caused